Post by Francesca~*Pura Vida*~ on Apr 6, 2007 21:35:10 GMT -5
Brietta forced herself off the rickety, spring mattress and walked to the window. A strong breeze was coming, sweeping her light brown hair off her shoulders. She shivered, but it was good to keep her awake. What if they found her here again? She would have to run away.
Why did they keep looking for her?! Wouldn't they just leave her alone? She would much rather die and decay by herself than in some shit hole with them. A bit harsh, but it was true. What did she care about hurting anyone's feelings anymore anyway? Like they ever bothered to protect hers in the first place....
Brietta almost started as she thought she saw Maegin sneak around a blackened corner.
Why was she so scared? She normally wouldn't be, considering everything that had happened so far. But why? It had to be the $3, 000 she stole, hidden under her bed.
They knew she might come back here, again, to her old boyfriend's house, Sean's house. No one had moved it since he was killed here. There was still blood on the sheets of his bed, where they shot him....
That was the bed which she just arose from, trying to keep herself awake. Her eyes itched and watered, but she put 2 cubes of ice underneath them to keep wide open.
She was so sick of the way they blatantly harrassed her. They were supposed to be like her. Her friends. But if she ever starts to show one side of sadness, they will make fun of her. Give her some more cici's while she's sleeping. Wake up nearly dead.
Stealing the $3, 000 they were going to use to buy more shit to put in themselves made Brietta feel guilty. They needed it. But she needed it more than them. Not for drugs, that could wait, she could get that money anytime. It was just a few not-so-legal things away. But she needed the $3, 000 to get the hell out of Miami.
She needed to stay awake. They would come looking for her here, it had been a whole week. She came here last time she stole from them. But that time, she just stole 1 pound of grass. Okay, that's a lot, but it's a little compared to what they were planning to do with the $3, 000. But it wasn't her fault. She had nowhere else to go.
She stretched out her torn up, bloody legs by walking down the stairs. When she entered the kitchen, she almost tripped over the 3 heifers laying on the floor. One of them woke up and cursed at her, and she did so right back, not caring. She went out into the yard, and the girl from the kitchen followed her.
She breathed in the damp air, and watched the show, as there were plenty of cars flying past with whirrs of color and loud whooshes from the sounds the horrible wind made. She had to hold down her short, black skirt so the wind didn't blow it up. She didn't care about her hair getting blown about; Could it possibly get any worse than the state it was in now?
"What do you want?" Brietta asked her follower lazily.
Why did they keep looking for her?! Wouldn't they just leave her alone? She would much rather die and decay by herself than in some shit hole with them. A bit harsh, but it was true. What did she care about hurting anyone's feelings anymore anyway? Like they ever bothered to protect hers in the first place....
Brietta almost started as she thought she saw Maegin sneak around a blackened corner.
Why was she so scared? She normally wouldn't be, considering everything that had happened so far. But why? It had to be the $3, 000 she stole, hidden under her bed.
They knew she might come back here, again, to her old boyfriend's house, Sean's house. No one had moved it since he was killed here. There was still blood on the sheets of his bed, where they shot him....
That was the bed which she just arose from, trying to keep herself awake. Her eyes itched and watered, but she put 2 cubes of ice underneath them to keep wide open.
She was so sick of the way they blatantly harrassed her. They were supposed to be like her. Her friends. But if she ever starts to show one side of sadness, they will make fun of her. Give her some more cici's while she's sleeping. Wake up nearly dead.
Stealing the $3, 000 they were going to use to buy more shit to put in themselves made Brietta feel guilty. They needed it. But she needed it more than them. Not for drugs, that could wait, she could get that money anytime. It was just a few not-so-legal things away. But she needed the $3, 000 to get the hell out of Miami.
She needed to stay awake. They would come looking for her here, it had been a whole week. She came here last time she stole from them. But that time, she just stole 1 pound of grass. Okay, that's a lot, but it's a little compared to what they were planning to do with the $3, 000. But it wasn't her fault. She had nowhere else to go.
She stretched out her torn up, bloody legs by walking down the stairs. When she entered the kitchen, she almost tripped over the 3 heifers laying on the floor. One of them woke up and cursed at her, and she did so right back, not caring. She went out into the yard, and the girl from the kitchen followed her.
She breathed in the damp air, and watched the show, as there were plenty of cars flying past with whirrs of color and loud whooshes from the sounds the horrible wind made. She had to hold down her short, black skirt so the wind didn't blow it up. She didn't care about her hair getting blown about; Could it possibly get any worse than the state it was in now?
"What do you want?" Brietta asked her follower lazily.